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It’s been a year without you. Gosh it went quick but I guess time flies. I haven’t stopped functioning and haven’t stopped loving you. It still feels surreal that you are no longer with us. You were a huge part of my life that I will never get back. I miss you more than words can say and I hate it that you’re not around. I feel robbed of you and the time that we should have spent together. I hate it that you never physically saw me at the prom and had to rely on a picture to serve your memory. I often wonder if what they say is true. Were you actually there? Did you actually see me and experience my laughter and joy at that time? What did I look like in your eyes? These are question I’ll never know the answer to and I hate it. I want these questions to be answered, just to hear your voice once more would be enough. I heard you, that night in my room; it was only a few days after your departure. It was so loud, so clear. Everything about it was the way that you spoke and it was exactly what you would have said. Little things like that hurt me severely. I never thought they would, but they do. The big things I was expecting to hurt and I was prepared for that eventuality but not the small things. A new thought has entered my head. Are you watching me as I type this? Are you close enough that if you were alive I would be able to touch you? Are you actually touching me and I don’t know it? So many questions all left unanswered. So many answers left untold. A look of vacancy stretches over my face each time I think about you. Nothing gives away the fact that I’m thinking of you and this pleases me. I hate people trying to understand my personal feelings and acting like they know when it’s obvious to me that they don’t. Nobody ever has, well except maybe mum. To me you were more like a father and when you left, mum knew exactly how I felt as we felt the same. I think that she still does, or at least she will if I needed to talk to her.

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It’s been a year without you. Gosh it went quick but I guess time flies. I haven’t stopped functioning and haven’t stopped loving you. It still feels surreal that you are no longer with us. You were a huge part of my life that I will never get back. I miss you more than words can say and I hate it that you’re not around. I feel robbed of you and the time that we should have spent together. I hate it that you never physically saw me at the prom and had to rely on a picture to serve your memory. I often wonder if what they say is true. Were you actually there? Did you actually see me and experience my laughter and joy at that time? What did I look like in your eyes? These are question I’ll never know the answer to and I hate it. I want these questions to be answered, just to hear your voice once more would be enough. I heard you, that night in my room; it was only a few days after your departure. It was so loud, so clear. Everything about it was the way that you spoke and it was exactly what you would have said. Little things like that hurt me severely. I never thought they would, but they do. The big things I was expecting to hurt and I was prepared for that eventuality but not the small things. A new thought has entered my head. Are you watching me as I type this? Are you close enough that if you were alive I would be able to touch you? Are you actually touching me and I don’t know it? So many questions all left unanswered. So many answers left untold. A look of vacancy stretches over my face each time I think about you. Nothing gives away the fact that I’m thinking of you and this pleases me. I hate people trying to understand my personal feelings and acting like they know when it’s obvious to me that they don’t. Nobody ever has, well except maybe mum. To me you were more like a father and when you left, mum knew exactly how I felt as we felt the same. I think that she still does, or at least she will if I needed to talk to her.